Monthly Archives: September 2014

Good evening, dear blog. I write to you from the 7th circle of hell that is my hormones. I have managed to avoid committing genocide or anything like that but, suffice to say, it’s probably best that you haven’t heard … Continue reading →

Lately, when the Microbe hears something that displeases him (e.g. the words “no” or “bathtime“) his reaction is to do a sort of Quasimodo tap dance of protest on the spot, coupled with a noise that sounds like “nnnnngggggggeeeeeuuuuuuuuuu!“. Is this … Continue reading →

This morning I was greeted by the following announcement: “Mummy! Mummy! My bottom isn’t a ticking time-bomb!” “Oh, isn’t it?” “No! Because I did a poo poo on the toilet!” Splendid news indeed. This is hot on the heels of pig-gate, … Continue reading →